It's true, the pain within the joy is sewn
And all the good in pair with evil comes.
You tend to share and yet remain alone,
You stay astray when loneliness succumbs.

You contradict yourself, just soothe your grief -
By benevolent distribution put an end
To giving in and giving up without relief -
Relief stands right in front of you, my friend.

There is a shoulder you could cry upon,
But cleverly you should your tender feelings
Turn into strength and proudly move on
To grasp that shoulder's sympathetic meaning.

Then speak, and let me look into your eyes' abyss.
You only need allow yourself to reminisce.